The days of being a stripper were excitingly insane. I am glad I experienced them. I went so many places that I would never have gone if I had been a "normal" preson. I was restless. I wanted to see things. I can rest now with the comfort of knowing I have been everywhere I want to go and seen everything I want to see. Going places is boring to me now. Staying home at my house in the country with no car is, at this point in my life, exciting.
THE OLD STRIPPER - at the Kitchen Counter
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